Alicia Gammelgård takes after her mother (sweetestterror) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-09-01 01:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-09, alicia, lazarus |
that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
WHO | Alicia and Lazarus
WHERE | Hotel di Sei Ali + Dreamscape
WHEN | Night
Sleep came easily to Alicia most nights, but since meeting her mother, she found that her thoughts were much more interesting while she was awake. There were so many questions she had for the woman, questions about these gifts she spoke of, questions as to why she had spent so much time away from her. She had questions for her father too, but experience taught her that the answers might be muffled or changed in a way so that her youthful mind could comprehend. So many people treated her like an ignorant child, her father included, and all she wished was that they would be straightforward with her. Certainly, there were things she did not understand, but a little explanation was more than enough to help her. Bedtime had come and gone and she untucked herself to fetch her sketchbook. She ran her fingertips across the drawings she had of her mother, wondering what the brunette was doing just now. She could not help but to be fascinated by the woman.
Her thoughts were heavy with her mother when sleep finally caught up to her. She didn’t understand how she could do it, but she was able to sway the direction of her dreams. At the moment, she was wandering through the halls of the hotel, trying to find her mother’s room. Her father was left in his own bed and she could hear voices of the other guests behind their respective doors. Curiosity begged her to open each door and discover who was waiting on the other side, but she could not until she heard her mother’s voice. Alicia willed herself to hear it, but it was so distant that she was sure the voice was further down the hall. Her pace quickened; she was desperate to see her mother again, to speak with her once more, and she was suddenly aware that she was no longer alone in the hallway.
Her realization caused her to stop and turn so that she was looking behind her. Just there, in front of her hotel room was a dark haired man she had never seen before. Her brows came together and she tilted her head slightly. It wasn’t uncommon for her to dream about people she had barely seen or didn’t know, but none of them paid her any mind. In fact, they tended to look like blurs or imitations of themselves, like pieces of furniture that were there only to take up space. Not this man. He seemed to be looking right at her.
“Are you real?”